gone, gone,—sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone.
Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings,
Where the noisome insect stings,
Where the fever demon strews
Poison with the falling dews,
Where the sickly sunbeams glare
Through...
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So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Revile him not, the Tempter hath |
“jove means to settle |
Blessings on thee, little man, |
Maud muller on a summer’s day Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee But when she glanced to the... |
Of all the rides since the birth of time, |
When the reaper’s task was ended, and the summer wearing late, Pleasantly lay the clearings in the mellow summer-morn, |
Sweetest of all childlike dreams Flitting, passing, seen and gone, |
O friends! with whom my feet have trod I trace your lines of argument; |
The world TRANSFORMED |